Lore

An empty head of a white-faced locust that rose from an abyssal swamp.

The white-faced locusts were meant to beckon men to the dark with sermons, but most of them are unable to think past their own stomachs. Someone must rise to the occasion, and restore the path of righteousness.

Perhaps that someone is you? Did you not arise from the Abyss, and did you not resist drowning in the Age of Fire? Locusts and men are kindred spirits.

Acquisition

From the Ringed City Streets bonfire, head back out into the swamp, turn left and drop down to find this helmet on a corpse.